Consumed: A Devil Chaser's MC Romance (9 page)

I won’t be gone long

Me:

I love my new outfit

Bobby:

You looked damn hot in that skirt

Me
:

Wanna know a secret?

Bobby
:

???

Me
:

Wearing this skirt reminds me of that night at the bar. Remember?

Bobby
:

How could I forget?

I couldn’t suppress the smile that spread across my face as I thought back to that night.

We’d been drinking at the bar, and everyone had left to go home except us. All the lights were off, except the one over the bar. Bobby took my hand and led me over to the darkened corner behind the pool tables. I looked at him questioningly as he pulled me up against him. He put one of his hands behind my neck as he pressed his mouth against mine. My lips parted in surprise as he backed me against the wall. His tongue swept across my open lips before dipping seductively into my mouth.

His hands gripped my ass as he pressed his hips against mine. I could feel his arousal even through his jeans. His hands roamed restlessly over my body as his mouth moved to my neck. His kisses were urgent, and I was quickly becoming lost in the heat of his need.

“Bobby… Bobby… wait… what if somebody sees us?” I asked.

“Camera blind spot… door’s locked,” he murmured between kisses. His hand greedily moved under my shirt, caressing my breast over my bra.

“You’re sure? What if someone comes back in? The guys have keys….” I protested as he raised his head to look at me.

The fiery lust that filled his eyes stopped my words. I could tell in that moment that nothing would stop him. I had seen that look before. When Bobby needed me, nothing else existed. Nothing else could satisfy him.

The hunger in his eyes made me want to please him. I let my inhibitions fall away as my desire for him took over. In that moment, I needed him every bit as much as he needed me. I needed to see his chiseled body, to feel his mouth on me. I needed him inside of me, making me come undone. I tore at his button-down and watched with satisfaction as it ripped open, the buttons scattering on the floor. He shrugged the shirt off and grinned devilishly as I bit my lip and lifted my arms over my head.

His hands slid up my body, taking my shirt with them and dropping it to the floor. His fingers slid inside the cups of my bra, pulling my breasts free. I licked my lips in anticipation as he leaned back, his eyes devouring me. A low growl rumbled in his throat as his hands ran up my back and unhooked my bra. My fingers gripped his shoulders as his head lowered to my nipple. His tongue flicked across the tip before his lips surrounded it and began sucking with gentle pressure. I began to pant as he moved to my other breast, and a shiver ran over me as the cold air hit my nipple where his mouth had been.

Bobby took a step back as he grabbed my waist and turned me to face the wall. I dropped my bra to the floor as I felt him gently sweep my hair over my shoulder and brush his lips across the nape of my neck.

“Put your hands on the wall,” he commanded.

A rush surged through my body as I placed my palms on the cool plaster and waited for him to continue. I felt the intense heat of his body radiating against my naked back as he placed his hands on my outer thighs. A small moan escaped me as his rough fingertips began to slide my skirt upwards. His thumbs hooked in the waist of my lace panties as he dragged them slowly down to my ankles. As I stepped out of them, I felt his fingertips trail up the inside of my thighs. My breath caught as he slid his middle finger along my center, testing me. “Mmm, wet for me already?”

I heard him unfasten his jeans as he continued tormenting me. Suddenly, I felt his thick erection slide between my legs as one of his hands grabbed my hip. He reached between us and positioned himself at my entrance before thrusting inside of me in one hard, smooth stroke.

A hiss escaped his lips as my body squeezed around him, adjusting to the fullness. I moaned in pleasure, relishing the feeling of him buried inside of me. His hands reached up to cup my breasts as he began shallow thrusts, readying me. He rolled his hips in anguishing rhythm as my fingers grasped at the wall in desperation. His hands moved down to still my hips as he began driving into me with longer, deeper strokes. My body trembled and my breathing became ragged as my climax approached. I gasped as one of his hands reached around to tease my clit. The gentle pressure of his finger overwhelmed me and sent me over the edge.

“Oh, God! Bobby!” I cried as the waves of ecstasy rolled through my body. The pleasure was so intense, my legs momentarily buckled. His strong hands gripped my hips and held me upright as my body contracted around his hard cock. My muscles struggled to push him out, but his thrusts were relentless as he quickened his pace, chasing his own release. I began to rock my hips back into his, wanting him to be as satisfied as I was. I felt his cock swell inside me as he reached his orgasm. His growl echoed in the room as his rhythm slowed.

I quickly pulled myself back to the present as my students came walking into the room. I smiled as I looked down at my phone, reading the message he’d sent again.
How could I forget?
I felt exactly the same way.
      

Chapter 12

War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that for which they defend.

J. R. R. Tolkien

Bobby

Sheppard, Renegade, and Goliath were talking with Bishop when I walked into the clubhouse. They were studying the map he had spread out on the table. He was looking for the best location for us to lay low while we waited for the Black Diamonds. After a heated discussion, we all finally agreed on two possible locations. We wouldn’t know which for sure until we got there. Once we arrived, we could decide which place provided us with the best coverage. Bishop called Snake to finalize the plan.

Once they agreed on all the details, we followed Goliath to the back of the garage. He’d been meticulously going over the entire weapon inventory, making sure everyone was prepared. He unlocked the gun safe and gave us each several handguns and several boxes of ammo. We could’ve killed a fucking army with everything he’d given us. I took the gun in my hand as anxiety rushed through my veins. I’d never killed a man before, but there was a good chance that was about to change. I slipped the gun in the back holster Goliath had given me and placed the other gun in my shoulder harness.

“We need to get going,” Goliath announced as he continued to conceal his weapons. “I want to have a chance to look around before the drop off.”

“How many men are they supposed to have picking up the delivery?” Sheppard asked.

“Four guys are dropping off, and two guys are picking up,” Goliath responded. “It should be a routine drop.”

Goliath continued to load a large duffle bag full of rifles and handguns. He wanted to be prepared for anything, but I really hoped we wouldn’t need them.

“Just keep your eyes open. Snake’s men are prepared to take these guys out, but that’s not what we’re there for. Our focus is getting that shipment. Get in. Get out,” Goliath said firmly.
      

“Let’s get this party started,” Sheppard said, smiling. He’d seen plenty of shit during his time in the army, so he wasn’t even fazed by what was happening. I wished I felt the same way.

The Black Diamonds were scheduled to arrive at the abandoned gas station at 6:30. By the time we got there, we only had forty-five minutes to decide which location was best and get into our positions. Snake’s Sergeant of Arms, Bones, had his men set up behind the old garage. It would have good visuals, since it was connected to the gas station. I thought it was too risky, but they intended to make their move as soon as they started unloading the crates.

We opted to take cover in an abandoned barn across the street. Goliath kept watch while Renegade and I pulled the truck around back. We were still getting everything out of the truck when the first SUV pulled into the lot. I watched as the doors flew open, and four men stepped out of the truck. Once we’d made it inside the barn, I was able to get a better view. I immediately noticed that those men didn’t resemble typical bikers. They looked more like kids that would’ve played on the high school football team. I didn’t understand it. They were just fucking kids. What the hell were they doing there? We watched as they goofed around, haphazardly scanning the area. Even though they were far from threatening, I was relieved when they didn’t seem to detect us.

“What the fuck are they doing?” Renegade asked as he watched behind me. “This has to be some kind of fucking joke, man.”

He stopped talking as soon as an old, beat-up Ford Explorer started pulling into the lot. We watched silently as two of the boys casually walked over to the driver’s side and started talking. They stood there, nodding and talking, completely unaware that we were watching them. We were waiting for them to start unloading the truck, when I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise.

In the distance, I heard the faint rumble of motorcycles coming in our direction. As the roar of the engines got closer, one of the kids looked over in our direction and smiled. Smiled! Goddamn it! They knew we were there.

“It’s a fucking ambush,” Sheppard shouted.

Everything was a blur as we drew our weapons and tried to prepare for the onslaught. We watched as the four guys raced back into their SUV and started the engine. Snake’s men began shooting at them, but they made it out unscathed. We didn’t have time to chase them, because a parade of bikers came driving by with their weapons drawn. Pieces of wood and debris exploded around us as bullets tore through the old barn walls. Without hesitation, we all returned fire, but the flying fragments of wood made it difficult to see. We quickly realized that our handguns were no match for their high power semi-automatic rifles.

“Pull back!” Goliath shouted. A searing pain slashed through my arm as I continued to shoot, determined to reach my target. I watched with satisfaction as his body dropped to the ground, his bike crashing. Gunfire continued to explode around us, filling the barn with dust and blurring my vision. Renegade grabbed my jacket and pulled me towards the back of the barn. We both ducked down as the bullets continued to assault us. Sheppard refused to leave his post, though, shooting at anything and everything in his line of vision. Goliath grunted angrily as he reached over to grab Sheppard’s arm and pull him away from the window.
 

Suddenly the gunfire stopped, leaving us surrounded by silence. Goliath stood and carefully walked over to one of the side windows. After scanning the area, he said, “They’re gone.”

“What the fuck was that?” Renegade demanded. “Goddamn it! How did they know we were here?”

“That’s a good fucking question,” Goliath growled as he stormed out of the barn. The air felt thick as we followed him over to the back of the garage. Bile rose in my throat as we walked past the dead bodies lying mangled on the road. It was difficult to look at all the carnage, especially since I knew it was far from over. I knew there would be more gunfire, more bloodshed, and more death.

Once we made it behind the garage, the scene before me only got worse. Two of the Red Dragons had been fatally shot, but Bones continued to try and save them. They had both suffered bullet wounds to the head that left no chance for their survival. Anger flashed through Bones’ face as he realized he couldn’t help them.

“Goddamn it!” Bones shouted.

“They’re gone, man. It’s over,” Goliath said. Bones stood up, covered in his brother’s blood, and slammed his fist into the side of the garage. His face showed a mixture of fury and pain as he looked down on the fallen members of his club.

“They knew we were coming,” he snarled at Goliath. “How the fuck did they know we’d be here?”

“That’s what we wanna know,” Goliath snapped.

“Got no idea, but I intend to find out,” he grunted. Bones reached for his phone and started to text Snake.

“I need to call Bishop,” Goliath said as he turned to face us. He grimaced as he saw my arm.

“Sheppard, see how bad it is,” Goliath said, nodding towards me. In the mayhem that had just transpired, I’d totally forgotten about being shot. Sheppard gently ripped the sleeve of my shirt, exposing my bullet wound. He lifted my elbow, and I cringed as the pain ripped through my arm.

“Looks like it went straight through,” he said as he continued to examine me. “But we’re gonna need someone to look at it. It’s bleeding like a bitch.”

“He’s lost a lot of blood. We’ll take him back to our clubhouse. It’s closer, and Mac can stitch him up,” Bones offered.

Renegade turned to me and said, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”